"Let's sit down for awhile and look at the water," she said, directing him toward the wide-arched sand dunes which ran up a slight incline and from which one could see the cottage. But Susan didn't want to be seen from the cottage. They sat against one of the dunes.

During a long period of comfortable silence Susan was becoming more and more aroused, sneaking appraising glances up and down the boy's lean young body. Lascivious thoughts filled her head as she said, pressing against him, "Do you like me, Steve?"

"Huh? Sure I do. You know that. I like you more than any girl I know."

"That's not saying much. You don't have any girlfriends."

The boy blushed and looked away.

"Oh Steve, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I'll be your girlfriend if you like." She let her hand rest lightly on his naked thigh. She felt him flinch.

"But-but you're my cousin. I mean, we're part of the same family."

"Well, it's not like we're brother and sister," she said, remembering Mark's remark.

"True, but… you know…"

"Steve, if I asked you for a special favor, would you do it for me?" Susan asked hesitantly. She could feel her heart pounding and her nipples hardening and pressing against the cotton T-shirt.

Steve seemed to stiffen with apprehension. Can he be reading my thoughts? Susan wondered.

"Will you… will you kiss me?"

"Kiss you?" He reddened again.

"Don't be embarrassed. I really want to kiss you. I've wanted to ever since seeing you again. We were just kids last time. Now we're – we're grown up. Sort of."

Her hand caressed his thigh. She looked down quickly and thought she had detected a growing bulge in the crotch of his shorts.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.

"Really?"

"Sure. Do you want to kiss me?"